[He can't. That can't be right. That hadn't been what he heard. On the other end, Harrison becomes distantly aware that it's more difficult to breathe, and he can feel the edge of the desk cutting into his hand where he's gripping it too hard.
It's barely a whisper, pushed out past whatever knot of anger and fear is blocking his throat.]
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It's barely a whisper, pushed out past whatever knot of anger and fear is blocking his throat.]
Zoom. You saw. Zoom.